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METROPOLIS
teeth-eternal, eternal insatiability, competing with the eternal, eternal overflow, overpouring of the bowl of intoxication.... Ah-Metropolisl ... Metropolisl ... "More than enough money ... ," A strange sound came from Georgi's throat. and there was something in it of the throat-rattle of a man who knows he is dreaming and wants to awake, and something of the gutteral sound of the beast of prey when it scents blood. His hand did not let go of the wad of bank-notes for the second time. It screwed it up in burning convulsive fingers. He turned his head this way and that, as though seeking a way out, which, nevertheless, he feared to find .... Another car slipped silently along beside his, a great, blackgleaming shadow, the couch of a woman, set on four wheels, decorated with flowers, lighted by pim lamps. Georgie saw the woman very clearly, and the woman looked at him. She cowered rather than sat, among the cushions of the car, having entirely wrapped herself in her gleaming cloak, from which one shoulder projected with the dull whiteness of a swan's feather. She was bewilderingly made-up-as though she did not wish to be human, to be a woman, but rather a peculiar animal, disposed, perhaps to play, perhaps to murder. Calmly holding the man's gaze, she gently slipped her right hand, sparkling with stones, and the slender arm, which was quite bare and dull white, even as the shoulder, from the wrappings of her cloak, and began to fan herself in a leisurely manner with one of the sheets of paper on which the word Yoshiwara stood.... "Nol" said the man. He panted, wiping the perspiration from his forehead. Coolness welled out from the fine, strange stuff with which he dried the perspiration~ from his brow. Eyes stared at him. Eyes which were fading away. The all-knowing smile of a painted mouth. With a panting sound Georgi made to open the door of tlie taxi and to jump out into the road. However, the. movement of the car threw him -back on to the cushions. He
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